hoodoothatvoodoo:Robert DoisneauThis lovely bit of seduction, combined with the picture above, got m

hoodoothatvoodoo:Robert DoisneauThis lovely bit of seduction, combined with the picture above, got my fic-juices a-brewing, and this is the result:It wasn’t like any job interview she’d ever been to before, but then, it wasn’t like any job she’d ever had. A woman who could only be described as coifed let her into the pristine house without a word, giving her a cold once over. Then she was led into a large closet and instructed to undress.“Pardon?”“Your clothes. Off. There’s an…ah…outfit that will be your size hanging over the chair.”“How’d you know m-”“Your measurements? Oh, Miss Adler knows a good deal more about you than just that,” she said, a chesire smile sliding across her red lips.Fiona picked up the “outfit” gingerly. She didn’t even know the word for it, really. She guessed it was a corset of some sort, but damned if she’d ever worn one before. The closest she’d come was buying a set for twenty bucks for her first boyfriend; they’d broken up before she’d even had the chance to model it for him, and she’d gained a bit of weight since then. She hardly thought she’d fit into one now.“Oh, don’t worry, pet. A figure like yours was made for this,” Kate said devilishly, taking the contraption from her. The icy appraisal was gone, replaced by genuine enjoyment of Fee’s discomfort. Hell, she thought, barely two minutes here and already I’m about to botch the interview. “Er…do you mind?” she asked, irritated by the nervous quaver to her voice. Kate smiled wider.“Not at all.” She walked over to the chair where the garters and sheer thigh highs were waiting. She picked them up delicately and sat down with the hosiery on her lap, her fingers (blood red nails, not a chip or streak to be found) laced primly in her lap. Okay.“C'mon now, dear. One way or another, you wont stay so modest for long.”Fiona gritted her teeth and glared. The more this woman teased her, the more she wanted the position. She’d always had a healthy desire to prove herself. Sometimes not so healthy, actually: it frequently got her into trouble. I only ever wear clothing that is easy to remove, she’d written in her reply to the dominatrix. She’d been teasing, but apparently Miss Adler had been intrigued. She pulled her shirt over her head and toed her feet out of her boots, shimmying her pants down her legs. She tried not the let embarrassment register on her face as she saw Kate’s mocking smile: she wished she’d thought to match her bra to her panties, or at the very least wear something without ice cream cones on it.“And the rest.” “Oh, what, seriously? D'you have to be here for this?” Fee snapped.“Do you think you can manage to get into this without me?” Kate stood up and draped the silk tights over the back of the chair carelessly. She dangled the corset over one long finger. Fee eyed the black fabric and conceded her point. She unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor, forcing herself not to cross her arms over her chest. After one silent moment, her panties followed.“Good girl,” Kate said. That same mocking smile still played at her lips, but her eyes were softer now. Fee sighed.It didn’t take long to get into the outfit. Once Fee was naked, Kate seemed to decide it would be more prudent to ignore her entirely. She hardly said a word as she helped her dress, except for the occasional “Stand up straighter,” or “other foot.” Fee was certain she’d never worn anything so sexy, or so expensive. She felt slightly breathless - from nerves, from the constriction of the corset, and from the way her reflection glowered back at her. The top of the corset cupped her breasts like lover’s hands. The bows at the tops of her thighs suggested a twisted, perverse kind of innocence. Fiona shivered. She placed a hand on Kate’s shoulder to step into her shoes - black pumps, the sole of the shoe painted poison apple red. Hands on her hips, she tilted her chin up and narrowed her eyes at this stranger in the mirror.“Oh, you’ll do very nicely, my dear,” said a new voice. –CT -- source link

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